Philip Roberts's face turned stiff in an instant.
He quickly realized the difference in status, and cold sweat dripped unconsciously from his forehead.
"Mi... Miss Anderson, I... I'm sorry, I was too anxious just now..." Philip Roberts wiped the sweat from his forehead and said awkwardly.
"I hope you don't mind; my son is lying in the hospital, and I was really worried..."
Seeing Philip Roberts's expression, Sarah Anderson didn't hold a grudge.
She smiled and said, "Uncle Roberts, did you come to me for something?"
Philip Roberts felt bitter inside.
He originally came to hold Sarah accountable, but under these circumstances, there was no point in questioning her.
"Don't worry," Sarah Anderson took the initiative to speak.
"I won't interfere in the matter between you and Tyler Thomas," Sarah said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Philip Roberts's eyes lit up.
He said with some excitement, "Miss Anderson, is... is that true?"
"Of course," Sarah Anderson smiled.
